Chapter 440
Ah?
How would I know? I have absolutely no memory of living with you!
Shirou felt a chill run down his spine.
Not only because I'll be exposed if things continue like this, but more importantly: I'll never be able to touch it!!
Shirou's brain was operating at an unprecedented speed, and its efficiency might have reached the top level of the Atlas Institute.
After a brainstorming session, Shirou—
"Morgan, please..."
"Hehe, very good~"
Fae Consort blushed with happiness and lovingly stroked Shirou's hair.
"Alright, come on... my husband, my brother."
As Morgan said this, she pulled down the top of her slip dress...
"Huh?... You said you'd be gentler, really."
"No one will take it from you, don't worry... This is just for you...?"
"Your Majesty, is today's breakfast not to your liking?"
The knight asked uneasily.
This knight Bedivere served Shirou in his daily life, essentially acting as Camelot's butler.
Despite his appearance, he's a veteran of the Round Table.
"No, that's not true. Breakfast was delicious as usual today, but I just didn't have much of an appetite."
Shirou appeared absent-minded, but inwardly he was secretly delighted, thinking, "Magecraft that can produce breast milk is truly amazing..."
"I understand. I'll take the breakfast away then."
Bedivere bowed, then took the tray and prepared to leave.
"Although that happened, Your Majesty... please get some rest."
After saying this, Bedivere left the room.
That kind of thing...
Ah, are you referring to the time I lost to Crimson Moon Brunestud in the last battle, barely escaped with my life, and then spent a whole week lying in bed?
Shirou looked out the window: it was daytime, yet the world was shrouded in crimson moonlight.
With Shirou's defeat on the Europe front, the entire world has fallen into the hands of the invaders who descended from the moon.
Now only the Kingdom of Britain remains as the last bastion of resistance.
Well, let's put Morgan's allure aside for now and sort out the current situation.
During my battle with Nero Chaos, I was attacked by Rita Roseanne, and my consciousness was sucked into her Mystic Eyes.
After regaining consciousness, Shirou arrived in this world.
World?
No... this is probably not the real world at all, but rather my own subconscious, or rather, my deepest memories.
Due to the effects of Rita Roseanne's "Mystic Eyes of Roses," I fell into the depths of my own soul.
Neither Fae Consort Morgan nor the Camelot and the Knights of the Round Table are real; they are creations based on my deepest memories.
Is Rita Roseanne's goal to imprison me forever in this beautiful dream (her Mystic Eyes)?
If that's the case, then why would I retain my original memories?
Do you believe that even if I retain my original memories, it's absolutely impossible for me to escape from here?
"... I've really been underestimated."
Shirou got up from his chair.
Let's hurry and find a way to escape from the Mystic Eyes; Rin and the others are still waiting for me in the real world.
"King...?"
At that moment, an unfamiliar female voice rang out.
Shirou turned around and saw Fae Consort leading a richly dressed, black-haired woman into the room.
"Your Majesty! You've finally woken up! That's wonderful!"
The noblewoman ran over, lifting her long dress, and then threw herself into Shirou's arms.
"I thought you'd never wake up again, sob... It's so good... All those prayers these past few days weren't in vain... sob..."
Uh, that...
Shirou was somewhat at a loss: Who are you?
She turned to Morgan for help, only to find her smiling with relief.
Morgan! Your husband is being held by another woman, why are you just watching?
"Your Majesty, what's wrong? Why aren't you speaking?"
The woman in his arms tilted her head back.
She had a dignified appearance and elegant demeanor, with tears still clinging to the corners of her delicate eyes.
It's impossible for Shirou not to remember a beautiful woman like her; there's only one possibility: he simply doesn't know her.
But if I were to ask her name now, I have a really bad feeling about it...
"Um, are you Miss Guinevere?" Shirou asked.
The black-haired noblewoman blinked. "... Who else could I be?"
Shirou breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had guessed correctly.
Guinevere – Shirou's other Queen Consort in this world, and his concubine who bore him a daughter (Artoria).
At this moment, Morgan came to the rescue, saying, "Our king was seriously wounded in the battle with the Crimson Moon."
My memory is a bit muddled now that I've just regained consciousness, which is why I'm saying some strange things.
Hearing her say that, Guinevere's tears flowed again, and Shirou had to put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
That said, Morgan did indeed realize that there was something wrong with his memory.
As expected of her, nothing escapes her notice...
"Your Majesty, don't you remember Guinevere?" the black-haired noblewoman asked pitifully.
Shirou forced himself to admit, "No, I remember, but..."
Indeed, as Morgan said, my memory seems to be somewhat fragmented.
Guinevere covered her mouth and said, "In that case, shall we go have some tea and chat about the past?"
This will also help you recover your memory.
"Hmm, but..."
Shirou didn't have time to chat with her here; he was only thinking about getting back to the real world as soon as possible.
"Will Morgan be coming too?"
Seeing that Shirou was somewhat reluctant, Guinevere sought help from her strongest ally.
The Fae Consort sneered, "The King doesn't seem to welcome us much. Is he planning to use work as an excuse again?"
"Huh? I didn't say that!"
"So you're saying you're willing?" Guinevere gripped Shirou's hand tightly.
"Hmm... I understand, I'll be happy to oblige..."
Shirou knew nothing about this part of his life, so--
Is it alright to linger a little longer?
The boy stole a glance at the silver-haired Fae Consort.
I want to know more about her, not just about my own affairs.
On the way to the courtyard, they encountered a purple-haired boy.
He was Galahad, Knights of the Round Table.
In the battle against Albion, most of the Knights of the Round Table perished, including his father, Lancelot.
"My lord, in the next meeting, we should formulate a strategy to confront Crimson Moon on our homeland..."
Shirou interrupted, "Excuse me, Sir Galahad, the war council is your responsibility to decide."
"... Huh?" The purple-haired young knight was stunned.
Crimson Moon Brunestud conquered the entire Eurasia, and Shirou had previously led his army to Gaul to fight him, also suffered a crushing defeat.
Normally, the situation would be urgent.
But this isn't the real world, so it doesn't matter what...
More than saving the world, Shirou wants to understand his own life and the woman who is with him.
"As you can see, I'm going to have tea with my wives now."
Shirou put his arms around Guinevere and Morgan's slender waists, leaving the stunned Galahad behind, and walked away.
I had a pleasant afternoon tea with Morgan and Guinevere.
Guinevere calls Morgan "Big Sister," and the two seem to get along well.
During his conversations with them, Shirou also learned many things about his childhood.
From their first meeting to falling in love— Shirou confessed his love for Morgan at their very first meeting and vowed to make her happy.
From Guinevere first meeting to falling in love—it seems Guinevere was already in love with Shirou even before they met.
All of this is a past that Shirou knows nothing about.
I am truly, truly satisfied.
"Wang really doesn't remember anything?" Guinevere very surprised.
"There are things I do remember," Shirou said stubbornly.
"For example?"
"Well, Miss Guinevere gave birth to Artoria for me, and Sister Morgan gave birth to Mordred for me."
"If you've even forgotten this, I'll imprison you in the tower and torture you until you remember everything."
Morgan put down her teacup and said coldly, Shirou felt a chill: She really meant what she said.
"Then I will come to your place tonight to serve you in bed."
As afternoon tea was ending, Guinevere suddenly said this.
During the days Shirou was in a coma, it seemed that Morgan and she took turns Shirou at night.
Yesterday it was Morgan, so today it's Guinevere's turn.
"Ah, please take care of me from now on, Miss Guinevere."
Please don't address me so formally.
"Is that so, Guinevere?"
In Shirou's subjective perception, Guinevere, after all, a woman he was meeting for the first time today, and calling her by her first name felt somewhat awkward.
Guinevere felt inexplicably embarrassed when her name was called, and began to avoid Shirou's gaze, her face showing a girlish shyness.